Change: A World of Difference
Though things are different, Though things are meek, I pray to change, and pray to seek. These things are fresh, these things are gray. I hope to change things, and change them day to day. Changes may come and changes may go, the one thing that may change would be the flow. Though the flow of life may change it seems, there are merely different beams. Hoping to change, what cannot be seen, i look to change everything. Life may toil, and life may change, sooner or later, they'll change on the double. Now don't be quick, don't be slick, these changes might not stick. However, we must, perservere, because change is coming, and it's severe.
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